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Orsino, duke of Illyria.
gentlemen attending on the duke.
servants to Olivia.
Olivia, a rich countess.
WHAT YOU WILL.
SCENE I. An Apartment in the DUKE'S Palace,
Drike. If music be the food of love, play on,
Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord ?
Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
Duke. O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame, To pay this debt of love but to a brother, How will she love, when the rich golden shaft, Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart, These sovereign thrones, are all supply'd, and fill'd, (Her sweet perfections,) with one self king ! Away before me to sweet beds of flowers: Love thoughts lie rich, when canopy'd with bowers.
(Eseunt. SCENE II, The Sea-coast. Enter VIOLA, CAPTAIN, and SAILORS. Vio. What country, friends, is this? Cap. Illyria, lady: Vio. And what should I do in Illyria? My brother he is in Elysium.
(sailors! Perchance, he is not drown' :What think you,
Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself were sav'd.
Vio. "For saying so, there's gold:
Whereto thy speech serves for authority,
Cap. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born, Not three hours travel from this very place.
Vio. Who governs here? $
Cap. A noble duke in nature, as in name.
Cap. And so is now,
Vio. What's she?
Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count * That'dy'd some twelve-month since; then leaving her
In the protection of his son, her brother,
Vio. O, that I serv'd that Jady;
Cap. That were hard to compass ;
Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain;
Witb this thy fair and outward character. →
I pray thee, and I'll pay thee bonnteously,
Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be :
Vio. I thank thee: Lead me on.
SCENE III. A Room in OLIVIA's House,
Enter Sir TOBY BELCH and MARIA. Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to take the death of her brother thus? I am sure, care's an enemy to life.
Mar. By my troth, sir Toby, you must come in earlier o'nights; your cousin, my lady, takes great ex: ceptions to your ill hours. Sir.To. Why, let her except before excepted.
Mar. Ay, but yon must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.
Sir To. Confine? I'll confine myself no fiaer than I am : these clothes are good enough to drink in, and so be these boots too; an they be not, let them hang themselves in their own straps.
Mar. That qnaffing and drinking will ando you: I beard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish knight, that you brought in one night here, to be her
Sir To. Who? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek?
Mar. Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these durcats; he's a very fool, and a prodigal.
Sir To. Fie, that you'll say so! he plays o’the viol, de-gambo, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and bath all the good gifts of nature.
Mar. He hath, indeed almost natural: for, besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; and, but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust be bath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the pradent, he would quickly have the gift of a grave.
Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels, and substractors, that say so of him. Who are they?
Mar. They that add moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company:
Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece ; I'll drink to her as long as there's a passage in my throat, and drink in Illyria: He's a coward, and a coystill, that will not drink to my niece, 'till his brains turn o'the toe like